Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Denying Him The Ultimate Truth

A right? I let out a short, bitter laugh. The sound echoed off the cold concrete walls. You think biology grants you rights? You think sharing DNA gives you a pass to walk back into my life whenever you decide the guilt is too heavy to carry?”

“Minerva, please-

“Do not interrupt me, I commanded.

I stepped into his space. I forced him to look directly into my eyes. I wanted him to see the damage he caused.

“You lost the right to ask about my life three years ago,” I said. My voice dropped to a lethal, quiet register. ‘You lost the right when you chose a corporate contract over your wife. You lost the right when you let Harriet dictate your future. You lost the right when you let me walk out of your apartment believing I meant nothing to you.”

The color drained from his face. “I was trying to protect the company. I was trying to protect you from my grandmother. If I told her

the truth, she would have destroyed you.”

“You protected your bank accounts, I corrected him. I stripped away his noble excuses. “You protected your legacy. You left me to bleed. You let me walk out that door, and you never looked back until your fiancé put my face in a tabloid.”

Tristan shook his head. “I thought about you every single day. I looked for you.”

“You did not look hard enough,” I shot back. “You stayed in your tower. You wore her ring. You lived your comfortable, isolated life

while I fought to survive.”

He reached out again. This time, he managed to catch the edge of my sleeve. His grip was tight, desperate, like a drowning man

holding a rope.

“Did you carry him alone?” Tristan whispered.

The question hung in the damp air of the garage. Fresh tears pooled in his eyes. The thought of my isolation, the reality of what 1 endured without him, was tearing him apart from the inside.

“Did you go to the hospital alone?” he asked, his voice breaking on every word. ‘Did you wake up in that charity ward with no one

holding your hand? Tell me you were not alone.”

I looked at his broken face. I remembered the agonizing hours of labor in a sterile, crowded public room. I remembered gripping the

metal bed rails until my knuckles bled. I remembered the terrifying silence before Elias took his first breath.

‘I am not answering your questions, Tristan,’ I said.

Tristan stood alone in the dim light of the garage. He stared at the elevator. His hands hung useless at his sides. The crumpled newspaper lay abandoned on the floor near his feet. He looked like a ghost. He looked like a man who just realized he threw away his entire world for a crown he no longer wanted to wear.

The doors shut, cutting off the view.

The elevator ascended. The hum of the machinery masked the sound of my ragged breathing. I leaned against the back wall. The cold metal seeped through my blazer.

I kept the secret. I held the line. But I saw the absolute obsession taking root in his eyes. He was not going to stop. He was going to deploy his infinite resources. He was going to tear the city apart to prove Elias belonged to him.

The elevator chimed. The doors opened to my penthouse.

I stepped into the dark hallway. The apartment was silent. I locked the deadbolts behind me.

I walked into the master bedroom. I did not turn on the lights. I stood by the large windows, looking out over the sprawling city.

My encrypted phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out. A text message glowed on the screen. It was from Eduardo Valdez.

The safe house remains untouched. He is sleeping.